Nan Zhan watched the legal channel out of boredom for a while until a set of steady footsteps came from upstairs, followed by Nan Hanzheng, suited and booted, descending from the second floor.
"Dad." Nan Zhan stood up and greeted.
"Hmm, you're back." Nan Hanzheng nodded slightly, "When did you arrive?"
"Just got here."
"Hmm, let's eat."
"Where's mom?" Nan Zhan glanced behind him.
Nan Hanzheng's expression was indifferent: "She's on a conference call, no need to worry about her, let's eat first."
Nan Zhan said nothing and followed Nan Hanzheng to the dining room where he pulled out a chair for Nan Hanzheng before sitting down opposite him.
Aunt Xian set the tableware, "Should I take some food to Madam?"
"No need." Nan Hanzheng said languidly.
